FORSYTHIA’S POV
I startled awake as Mak whimpered. He clutched his head, his eyes squeezed shut as his throat emitted terrifying growls.
“Mak, what's wrong?” I asked, attempting to touch him, but he pushed me away.
His entire body rolled down onto the floor.
“Damn it, it's hellfire. We need to dispel it.” Right after I said that, Mak threw his head back toward the sky, his spine arching as he let out a shriek that terrified my soul.
“Mak, please tell me what I can do to help you.” I trembled, my chest throbbing for some reason I didn't know.
“It must be revoked,” Mak uttered in a raspy voice before collapsing to the ground and blacking out.
I ran over to feel his pulse and examine his body. His pulse was weak, and his body was burning like fire. I slipped my hand into my pocket, fou
